Sold to the Beast
The drugs keep me drifting, slow and fogged, like I’m watching myself from somewhere else.
“The bidding will start at 300,000,” the announcer calls out.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
It starts fast, too fast. The sound of it claws at my ears, jarring me with each burst of red. I take a step to the left, then right, trying to find something solid in this chaos.
“350,000,” the announcer continues, undeterred. “Do I hear 375?”
Another buzz. Then another.
I feel their interest. The room vibrates with it. Like I’m some rare collector’s piece instead of a living, breathing person.
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